Almost November now. Listening to Reba’s top 30.
Too many of these songs are mine in content and spirit. Sometimes even the words are exactly right on target; ouch!
Trying to untangle my heart from my work knowing they both define who I am and realizing I can’t let one being broken also break the other nor, being the basically optimistic and happy creature that I am, can I built my art on unhappiness and sorrow although historically many artists have. Somewhere out there the sun will shine again. And even if it’s only a one word comment such as, “beautiful”, that will give me a magic moment.
And, yes, I am plying the paint brush only there is no magic just now and I am unable to share mud with my dear readers. They deserve better.
“You came along One Promise too late”
try or own the CD
Angel in the dust